Yesterday, all the places I didn’t take my child, all the time we didn’t spend going to the beach or making art together… All that time I spent acting like a frazzled distracted mom and not at all like an enthusiastic 19-year-old camp counselor. (Who am I kidding, we remember those camp counselors–so distracted by the 19-year-old boys they barely knew which kids they were watching.)
I’m really only talking about the last 2 weeks and how we have not done as much as I had hoped, (But we did go to Fire Island, and we did go to Coney Island to see a Cyclone’s game, and we did paint some pictures…) holding out hope until the end, until the very last day of summer vacation that we would get to all those things, even though, as we may recall I looked at the calendar right after school got out in June and knew we wouldn’t get through all our Mommy Camp plans.
The things we did together… Well, summer is over now. It wasn’t enough!